On those Saturdays when kids go out and play
yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
wasn’t faded, not jaded,
just a kid with a pad and pen and a big imagination.
All this, I seek, I find I push the envelope to the line,
make it, break it, take it, until I’m overrated.
Click, Click Boom
I’m coming down on the stereo, hear me on the radio
Click, click Boom
I’m coming down with the new style and you know it’s buck wild
Click, Click Boom
I’m on the radio station touring round the nation, leaving the scene in devastation.
I can see it in my mind, I can see it in their eyes
It’s close enough to touch it now, but far away enough to die
Click, Click Boom
What the hell is wrong with me?
My mom and dad weren’t perfect,
but still you don’t hear no cryin ass bitchin from me,
like there seems to be on everybody’s CD
so just sit back and relax and let me have your head for a minute,
I can show you something in it, that has yet to be presented, oh yeah!
Why have I clouded up my mind, why’s my mother always right, and will I make it?
Fill the end or will I crawl away and die.
Click, Click, Boom
Click, Click Boom
Click, Click Boom
Click, Click Boom
Everybody, Everybody come on
Click Click Boom
